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‘ so any help you need…are you listening? ’

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❛    hmm   —   ?   oh   ,   yes   ,   i   —   i’m listening   .    ❜      guilt touches the corners of her voice   ;   not quite sheepish   ,   but gaze snaps to him   ,   once again   .   she was busy staring at the man WEBBED to the wall   ,   attempting to thrash   ,   but unable to do much of anything   .   curiosity was always such a problem for her   :   karen wanted to TOUCH it   ,   that webbing   .   write about it   ,   maybe   .

had a feeling   ,   though   ,   she wouldn’t have it so easy getting out   .

    actually             he has her attention FULLY   ,   now   .   contemplation visible in the way she looks at him   .          i have something that might help you   —   something about fisk’s men   .   but only if you help me back   .   i want in on it   ,   then   ,   too   .        

ENTRY :: now that you’re back     ››     @arachnrd.

vhsmeme:

now that you’re back is a novel by a.l. kennedy.

  • you lead such a very uncomfortable life and i think about that.
  • so any help you need…are you listening?
  • loving someone means that you will do things for them, almost without consideration.
  • are you sleeping better?
  • you can have another. there’s no one else to eat them but me.
  • take good care of yourself and remember you aren’t alone.
  • i slept, but i woke up. i had a dream.
  • do something good for yourself.
  • what’s the matter, you feel sick or something?
  • keep it safe.
  • stop hurting.
  • it was luck, that’s all.
  • everything is safe. everything is alright.
  • did something happen?
  • i was in a tough mood that day.
  • have a bath and go to bed and think about leaving.
  • you’ll be praying for me?
  • i hope you have a safe journey home.
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kiss from the dad

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❛    what   ,   are you extra worried about me today   ,   gus   ?    ❜      but she isn’t even CLOSE to be annoyed   ,   smile so very fond on painted mouth   .   karen touches the spot on her cheek that had been kissed   ,   amusement crinkling her eyes   .          just a regular day at work   .   i’m sure it’ll be uneventful   .   want to have dinner tonight   ?    ❜

tombstcne:

RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES
Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!

  • I am faithful to you, darling.
  • When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.
  • Some people don’t understand anything.
  • He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.
  • No one wants to know what’s in his head.
  • To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.
  • You’d break your heart to make it bigger.
  • Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.
  • Let’s kill something.
  • I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.
  • All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.
  • We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.
  • What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.
  • All thoughts finish themselves eventually.
  • Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?
  • When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.
  • I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.
  • Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.
  • The enormity of my desire disgusts me.
  • Look away but I’m still there.
  • Want something to chase you? Run.
  • Take only what you need.
  • Never finish a war without starting another.
  • I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.
  • The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.
  • All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.
  • I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.
  • We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.
  • My body is a graveyard.
  • People like to think war means something.
  • Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.
  • There are many loves but only one war.
  • You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.
  • You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.
  • Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.
  • The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.
  • You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.
  • Some say God is where we put our sorrow.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • What can you know about a person?
  • Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.
  • Even when I look away I am still looking.
  • Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.
  • How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?
  • Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?
  • There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.
  • The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.
  • If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?
  • But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.
  • Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.
  • Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.
  • Perfect and completely dead.
  • People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.
  • Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.
  • I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.
  • This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.
  • You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.
  • I tell you these things because I love you.
  • It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.
  • Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.
  • It reminds me of where I was going without you.
  • You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.
  • You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.
  • I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
  • Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.
  • I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.
  • We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.
  • To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.
  • I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.
  • I surrender my desire to be healed.
  • Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.
  • Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.
  • There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.
  • Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.
  • You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.
  • What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.
  • I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.
  • I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.
  • I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.
  • I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.
  • What happens when I no longer want to meet you?
  • Nothing lasts forever: we know this.
  • Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.
  • You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.
  • We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.
  • The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.
  • You are what you cover up.
  • Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.
  • One wonders why a story like this exists.
  • I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.
  • Someone has to leave first.
  • He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.
  • All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.
  • I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.
  • What does all this love amount to?
i don't see the city anymore. all that i see are it's — are it's dark corners. i look around this room and all that i see are threats.